Lance Hart’s tattooed arms grip Robert Axel’s hips as he kneels between his thighs, his mouth sealing tight around Axel’s cock while fingers probe deep inside. Axel lies sprawled on the bed, his dark hair splayed across the sheets as Hart’s grip tightens, pulling him closer for a rough, open-mouthed kiss. The air hums with the wet sounds of sucking and the slow, deliberate thrust of a finger buried in Axel’s hole.
